I bet the funny guy that he couldn’t tell me a joke for each costume and he readily accepted the challenge.
“What’s the prize?” he asked.
“Oh we shall have to see, “I teasingly answered.
“If you win you can decide. If I win then I will let you know what my prize will be,” I teased my tongue over my lips as I said this trying to make it obvious I was hot for the fucking trot.
With a giggle and a wiggle I made my way to get the first outfit on. Meanwhile the guys started a little bit of work. My cunt was frothing at the thought. I had shaved my pussy the night before.
As I got ready into the sexy French maid’s outfit I teased my clit as I changed and rubbed my tits to get my nipples solid and sticking up.
I applied some body lotion oil over my body to get it all shiny and lubed for the guys as well. I wanted them to know I was fucking game for a cocking.
My French maids outfit consisted of: a frilly white apron. A black low cut all in one maid’s uniform and seamed stockings
The length of the skirt section came up to my mid thighs. I put on a pair of black fishnet stockings to go with it and my highest black heels to top off the look. I put my hair into a ponytail style and I had applied a lot of makeup.
Red lipstick, blushers and heavy eye shadow added to the slut look. My toe nails were painted red and could be seen through my stockings and strappy sandal style high heels. I put on a tiny pair of lacy black panties, totally see through, and I didn’t bother with a bra.
Before I went downstairs to parade for the two guys I had a little fiddle with my clit. It was rock solid and my pussy was already exceedingly damp. I quickly stuck two fingers up myself and then licked and sucked my juices off. I was in a state of high sexual tension, close to orgasm.
I grabbed my feather duster and tottered my way downstairs. The guys were out in the garden clearing up some rubble as I made my way out of the patio doors.
“Well,” I said as I approached the entrance. “Marks out of ten please gentlemen.”
“Fucking hell,” one of them blurted out. The funny guy chipped in with a “Corrrrr,” as he stared at me.
“Oooh la la,” I said in a cheesy French accent. “Do you like what you see then monsieur’s.”
I wiggled my way round pretending to be dusting some of our garden furniture.
“Oui Oui,” the guys chirped back at me.
The funny guy then told me a rudish joke about a French maid and a computer geek.
“One point to you then,” I said as I made my way over to them. I bent over touching my feather duster onto my shoes, giving them a clear view of my arse in my lacy panties.
I paraded around flashing my stockings, legs and arse for them, trying my best to gauge their responses.
Would they be willing to take this further? I wondered.
“Oooh la la indeed,” the guys said to me.
We laughed as I then began to dust them with my feathery tickle stick. I dusted their heads then made my way down and provocatively dusted their groin areas. It was obvious they were both getting hard from looking at me and from my teasing.